Ayy, I just, mm, mm, mm. Yeah, yeah. Mm, mm. Uh, uh, uh. Ayy, I'm sipping Wock, ****, not a Tussin. Hit you up, ****, get to bustin'. Headshot, we gave that boy a concussion. Got a drum in this bitch like I'm playing percussion. Hey, buck on the Glock, I must be off a Xan. My double O clip make him pick up his man. Fuck a opp, ho get the drop on her man. Like I'm shorting your dough, bitch, you kicking it in. Got a brand-new FN. Walking around with that bitch in my pants. He think he Batman, I'm robbing him, Frank. That ain't even my bitch, that lil' ho just a fan. Had to re-up, I was serving out shakers. I was in school robbing **** for vapor. I was breaking in cars with a Glock 38. If they hit the lights, then we finna skate. And we got them bombs so they cannot escape. Tryna stop sipping Wock, but I'm stuck on the drank. Gave that ho to the dogs, bitch, I'm feeling like Drake. Pour up a eighth, go roll up a eighth. Water on fifth, just gon' eat it, fade. Tell my flame that I bring that fire, bitch, we ain't running no damn fades. Come through dripping when I swing that Drac'. Bitch, I do this shit for fun. Homie caught on lack, he dropped his fire and he left it gone. Ooh, I think she like me. Bitch trying to entice me. Smoke exotic pack and that shit punching just like Mikey. Told that ho I love her, said I'm lying, bitch, I might be. Bitch, I motherfucking might be. They said I'm banging bad, they tried to put me in a box (Put me in a box). They just don't know, I do it all, I'm going floor of law (Hold on, hold on). Kiddo, she been raising hell, we putting lives in socks (Woo). Don't even try use my name for fame, I'm putting **** on box. Perfect, better not put me on no stand, I swear I'm committing perjury. Call the jakes and let 'em hit 'em, gasped for air and big cats out the curtain. I took an L but I shipped back, I got the faster recovery. Ain't doing no more back and forth, since you on that, bitch, I'm murdering. I'm coming from deep and I'm coming in hot. Say my name in a song when we beating your block. Stop saying you hard, there's something you're not. Get the respect when I'm sending that third round through your spot. In a real nice SRT, that shit straight off the lot. Ain't paying no bills, I'll send an email, your bitch ass bound to rot. They like, "Tre, you hella throwed. Shit, what happened to you?" Shit, I popped a Yerk, it turned me up, now I'm bound to kill you (I'm bound). **** say he don't know about 9, let me introduce you. I'm a slimy bitch, shit get racing when I'm off the booze. Bae, stop fucking with your man, you know that boy a loser. They got me on the mercy box the way this Drac' abuse 'em. That boy not on that, swear to God he was a fucking loser (Come on). I can tell this bitch real trapping by the way she smoke a Doonie (Come on). I push that button and let it sing, you'll think it's fucking Luke (What?). I ain't coming in second to none, if you want that bitch then choose me (Come on). Never touch a MAC, see, boy, you're not a real shooter (Come on). 300 back out, leave him peeking, told him, "Thought this **** had a two-seater